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Posts tagged ‘Faith’

Open mind

Silently

i sit at my desk

write down the draft of an idea

with a pen

words come together

in the soul

express my sincerity

write it out not just to show it

gently i

stretch my mind

engrave my heart with a message

of springtime

the word is alive

the work is the perfect embodiment

it lets life continue

create many tales and legends

and revive a spendid culture

writing

persistence is best practice

the pen and ink will naturally release

sweetness

transcendence of life

comes from a constant faith

just at the moment

when thoughts are open.

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Kiss

I kiss

the dawn

the night bears witness

to every bit of this

it is a sincere kiss

mountains and grasses hold their breath

it is a romantic kiss

the flashing planets

send down their prayers

it is a passionate kiss

the moon sneaks into the silver

clouds stealthily

it is a euphoric kiss

when the sun shines into

the door of the heart opened by Eros

the earth is toot sweet

vari-many-colored

it is a swift kiss back

from the Creator.

 

 

Secrets of the sky

The sky full of clouds

always captured our imagination

we always felt

what’s hidden

behind the clouds

whether the sky ever gets exhausted

and doesn’t want people to see its face

or that it has a lot of secrets

sadness that can’t be said

however the power of the sky

is great and strong

it won’t take long

for sadness to go away

and the sky will show us

its clear and bright appearance

again.

 

 

 

Sunburst

A soft flash of light

turns into pupil of the eye

silent mood and moments

condensing the rising sun

in the distance outside the window

a sea of flickering lights

soon a beam of sun drifts to the sky

like dainties of springtime

flooding the town the city

untouchable

but understandably

this is the coming of a new spring

the morning sun

the watchtower

the world

this is the true essence

of the century.

Confronting steel

Confronting steel,
confronting a kind of divinity,
the ore under the feet,
flourishing in the eyes,
blooming,
a great many steel flowers,
generations of,
withering and blooming flowers of steel,
it is a pattern,
a persistent and untiring hope,
and this hope,
collated with the future,
an abiding faith,
just like before,
confronting steel,
is like,
confronting a kind of divinity.

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